Everybody Must Get (hail) Stoned

The signs were there. I just wasn't paying attention. I spent Saturday afternoon working on my deck. I remember at one point listening to a pretty darn good cover of Dylan's Rainy Day Women 12 & 35 on Cyprus Avenue. I actually started thinking about hail. "Everybody Must Get Stoned." I always think about hail when I hear that song. Somebody was trying to warn me. I thought back to when I was a much younger man on my way to work in my shiny new Dodge Dakota that I had bought when I got my first real job. The weather man was on the radio warning people that there was baseball sized hail in the area. I thought myself fortunate that I was in the clear. Then the first monster chunk of ice hit... We got hit pretty good Saturday night too. Both vehicles. As did everybody else I know. Misery loves company I guess. At a fundraiser last night I jokingly promised that I would make hail illegal within the city limits. Oh how I wish that were possible! One of the guests put things in perspective for everyone. It wasn't exactly Hurricane Katrina. Take a deep breath everyone. Dig out your insurance policies. Ask yourself what the heck were you thinking when you signed up for that ridiculously high deductible, and make the call. It's just a car. Think of it this way. You're helping put children of body shop owners across the metro through college.